"C'mon Rosalina," Kyle said, "Let's dance." Kyle was my best friend, not my boyfriend. He's gay. Anyways, we were dancing, but we took a brake.
"No thanks." Kyle went back onto the dance floor and DJ started blasting "Poker Face" through the speakers. I went outside to get some fresh air. It was cold out for a June afternoon.
I was sitting on the bench when I saw a couple of guys heading my way. They looked like they just got out of college. But I was cautious. I had a saying, 'Never trust a guy unless he's gay.' So I started walking in the opposite direction.
"Where you going babe, we just wanna have some fun." One of them said. I sprang into a sprint. Then I saw the dead end. I was boxed in. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
One of the guys slid his body against mine.
"Get off of me!!!!!!!!" I screamed. It was no use. The others were on either side of me taking off my shirt. "Help!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled.
"Shut up bitch." One of them said. I tried to get free but they were too strong. The guy behind me unclasped my bra and started kissing my neck. The guy in front of me claimed my lips with his so I couldn't scream again. The two on the sides sucked on my breasts.
They pushed me to the ground and ripped off my jeans. I tried kicking free again, but it still wouldn't work. When my mouth was free I screamed again, but someone hit my head hard. The pain was unbearable. Then one of them was in me. I screamed again in protest, but someone bit me on my neck and I was out cold.
I woke up in a dark room. It was black and blue. I didn't remember how I got there or anything. I tried getting up, but my head was searing with pain. Oh. My. God. I realized that last night I was raped. Raped. My mind went into a state of shock. What if I got pregnant? What if one of the guys gave me an STD? Where am I? What am I doing here? Where is here? What if I got pregnant? WHAT IF? Christ, this is not good, not good at all!
The door opened and someone came in. He was sooooo hot!!!!!!!!!
"Hello," he said. "My name is Anthony."
"Uh...hi, I'm Rosalina. How did I get here?" I asked.
"My brother rescued you last night. You can't ever go back to your home."
"What? Why can't I go back home? This is kidnapping. I'll, I'll call the police and have you arrested."
"You can't do that, because there are no police here and I am the Prince of the Underworld so all your efforts would be for nothing."
"Do you think I'm stupid? There's no 'Underworld'."
"Yes there is."
"Okay." He opened his mouth and I saw fangs. He was a vampire.
"Oh. My. God."
"Now that I have proven myself, you are going to stay here. Maybe I could use you for fun." He said, smiling to himself.
"What do you mean by fun?" I asked, knowing what the answer was. I was scared. Surely he doesn't mean it.
"Oh I mean it."
"How did you know...Oh. My. God. You can read minds!"
"You catch on fast. Anyways, I have nothing else to do, so why don't we get to know each other better."
Dear God, please help me!
"There is no God in the Underworld. Well, I guess the King would be God. So, my dad is God."
I tried getting up, but Anthony pushed me back down. He started touching me, feeling my body. I was too weak to push him away. My mind went into La La Land. I closed my eyes so I couldn't see what he was doing. It is horrible, the feeling. Knowing what's happening and not stopping it. He opened my legs wide, but I put them back together. My pants weren't off yet (thank goodness), but my shirt and bra were lying on the floor. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing.
Anthony put his pant on and left the room. He came back a minute later with rope. Oh god. He gagged me and started tying my hands together. In one swift movement, he had all my clothes off. Then he spread my legs apart and tied my feet to the bottom of the footboard. After he got his clothes off, he positioned himself between my legs. And then, he was in me. I screamed in pain, but the gag muffled my scream. He thrust in and out. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. Being f*cked by a vampire is not fun, or pleasant. It went on for what seemed like forever.
Then he stopped and put his clothes back on. My whole body was aching and I felt so tired. My hands and legs were still tied, so I still couldn't move.
"Well, I enjoyed that. I think I might come back later for some more." Anthony said. He covered me up with a blanket and left the room. I went back to sleep.
I woke up from a nightmare. One that I haven't gotten since my mom died. Anyways, I woke up to find myself in another room, fully clothed, and untied. Anthony was there with some other guy that looked almost exactly like him. They looked at me as soon as I woke up.